Bruce briefly bared his own teeth at Vale, unimpressed by the psychotic glint in his eye or the blood in his mouth. He gripped his sheath tightly with one hand, veins visible on his forearm. Vale's term for Bruce didn't bother him, but his already grated nerves were being further tested by Vale's pretense that he could order him around. Still, apart from shifting his footing in anticipation for a possible sudden skirmish, he stayed where he was.
[color=0072bc]"Oh,"[/color] he said, his tone conveying a biting sarcasm. [color=0072bc]"I will, will I? How fortunate that you told me, because I wasn't aware of that fact. And what, exactly, does your precious fate foretell you will be doing?"[/color]